"Who's that guy?"
Gren asked Galen, looking quite impressive, blue-faced with tusks, is he a Beastman, a good horse?
The lower-level adventurers are all gossip enthusiasts, never missing a guild newspaper.
"An unknown guy, many people in the Continent Martial Arts Competition suddenly emerged, previously not famous."
Galen said he hadn't seen him before.
"Do you understand at all! Ugh..."
Gren sighed, she really hoped to get rich from this.
The Beastman was straightforward, pulling the lever three times without hesitation.
As the numbers froze, it turned out to be 212.
The arena had Magic Ore and Wind Breath Stone to adjust the temperature, and the beautiful host wearing splendid clothes on this hot day broadcasted professionally with dramatic expressions, "Contestant 222... is an adventurer from the adventure guild... the name is..."
The female host paused dramatically.
"This woman is so annoying!"
Gren tightened her fist, couldn't she just say it all at once.
